I met with Keturah this morning for our second Hebrew lesson. I prepared the article before I came this time, and I feel that was much more effective. I also like Keturah. Did I mention that?
After lunch, Husbinator tricked me into asking the kibbutz's computer guy if I could work with him. He apologized, but there's just not enough work. I'm not shocked, since he works alone. If he could use help, he'd already have it, presumably, but I had to ask. Yay Husbinator for tricking me into getting that over with.
As a reward for doing such a Scary Thing, we went to the kibbutz library and opened an account. We now have four more books in our apartment. They didn't have To Kill a Mockingbird in Hebrew (I'm shocked and deeply saddened: what library doesn't have Mockingbird?), so I borrowed the Hebrew versions of a Stephen King book ("Bag of Bones" is the literal translation) and Asimov's The End of Eternity. I know, I know, I was going to take something out that I already knew well, but I don't remember reading The End of Eternity, and if there's an Asimov book I haven't read yet, it gets top priority.
In baby news (yes, I know why you're reading!), BSM continues to do both the "tushy hop" and the forward army crawl. With the army crawl, I'm not sure if he realizes how he is getting that thing that is just out of reach: does he realize that he is moving his body to approach his target, or does he think that if he just wishes hard enough good things happen? He also continues to play "catch," which I suppose I ough to call either "throw" or "hand-off," since that more accurately describes what happens in that game. Of course, he's super-cute: close to 15% of the time, he tried to put the toy directly in my mouth instead of in my hand. Y'know, save me a step. So considerate!
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